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The breeze gently glided over the eaves of the old house, making a reminding sound. The sound of dada seems to be a ballad that grandma hummed when she was a child. Weak voice, intermittent tone! Even if it is vague, it makes me move. Full of warm homesickness!
I stand here, I wonder if I can say to you with a smile: old house, long time no see! Yes! I haven't seen you for a long time. How many years? I may not even remember myself. I only remember the Xinger tree in front of my house. Bloom flowers fall, flowers fly all over the sky! how much is it?
The old house is covered with wrinkles, just like grandma's face. Full of traces of years. Kindness Face, let me feel a little more intimate. Old house! How many storms have you experienced over the years? I think you won't fall! Because, you know! You are waiting for someone to come back.
Gray tiles, blown by the wind. Play a touching song. Nature is always so clever that it surprises me. Like now, at this time. Listen quietly. The old house is saying: Welcome back!
Xinger and its branches have achieved fruitful results. I have to remember again, when we were lovely. The little guy insisted on pestering his grandmother to pick Xinger who grew on the branch. Long bamboo poles, laid on the ground of Xinger. The silvery laughter spread all over Nanshan.
There is no laughter like a bell, and there is no long bamboo pole. Grandma's face often comes to mind, and I often look at that wrinkled face. My heart is full of gratitude! So is the old house!
The yard in front of the old house is covered with fallen leaves. When the wind blows. Flying all over the sky. So! It's already autumn. The old house, I have to ask. Do you feel cold?
Two bells under the eaves rise and fall crisply. That crisp voice, telling when the deep feeling? I also remember a group of children saying that they have grown up. We still have to be together. The old house heard it, but made no sound. I think it was then. Are you laughing at our immaturity or ignorance?
Childhood jokes, in the end, just become jokes! Those former partners, now, don't know where they are.
I am facing the old house. If one day you see them. Can you tell them, my friend? Never forget! However, I don't know when they will come back.
Gold is everywhere, and the golden ocean is in front of my eyes. But, old house! Why are you always moping? Is it the precipitation of history or the urging of time? No, just waiting for someone to come back.
Xinger with golden branches laughed at me on the branches. Laughing at the past we can't go back to. Old age taken away by time!
Blue waiting, grandma's face. Partner's agreement! Play, play. The passage of time! Old house, standing in the wind. However, I have a superficial discovery. Its back is not so straight anymore. Maybe years have made it old. Just like grandma's wrinkles. Witness the passing years.
Old house! I am here now. Look at you and think about everything related to you. The corners of the mouth have risen unconsciously. So you gave me so many intoxicating memories.
How many people were drunk by the two bells on the eaves?
The old house is in my heart, with a little pale beauty.